phatass
Bluelighter
stealing (food), breaking an entry, and generaly being a public nuissance... oh and OD'ing w/codeine in the mix
A few years ago I had just been scripted a 30 pack of Stilnox (Ambien) for legitimate insomnia. I had literally had 1 hours sleep the night before and was working 9-5 the next day so I took two and had a scotch.
The only recollection I have is of sitting in my sister's bedroom at about 3am, having a very deep conversation with my cat. My sister was obviously trying to sleep and really scared at the way I was acting. Apparantly when she asked me to go away and why I was acting like a fucking maniac, I just said 'settle down, I need to sort some stuff out with Dusty'. Dusty was my cat.
That same night I also woke up my dad and apparantly told him some very personal stuff regarding drug use, my mental state at the time and other things (has anyone else noticed a tendency to reveal random shit to parents when fucked up on benzos?).
I woke up on the sofa in the living room at 11am feeling like a train had run over my head. My parents had called work and told them I was sick. I had drunk over half a bottle of scotch, 1/3 bottle of gin, 1/3 bottle of brandy from my parent's liquor cabinet. When I went to my bedroom, I found the pack of Stilnox on the floor - there were only 14 left from the pack of 30. I'm not sure if I took 16 or just lost some of them but that night was the most fucked up I've ever been and the most I've ever blacked-out.
I pissed myself in my sleep.
party.
after k pins and captain moes i tried to escape my friends and run away in -20C weather because i thought they were trieng to get me to break into someones house (My own) and the best after 2mg of xanax and a unknown amount of booze at a friends house i awoke the next day in my room and it was literally covered in half eaten raw corn cobs that i apperently stole from someones truck a 1/2hour away from my home and i walked home with a 20 pound sack of corn fucking wasted all with no memory of it occuring and just scattered it across my room and i've have never told that story to anyone because it terrified me i could have zero memory of such a thing happening
at a party I started out taking 2mg and told myself that was IT no more! So I start drinking and am getting wasted of course. Well I don't remember any of this but according to friends that were at the party they told me the next day I took a Betty Boop cotton doll and ripped her head off and lit it on fire and hung it's head from a string from the ceiling. I also broke a lot of my friends stuff in his shed. I had a total of 5 2m xanax bars on me when I got to the party and ended up doing them all over the course of the night. Apparently every like half hour I would pop another 1mg thinking I havnt taken any yet, which resulted in fucking me up real good.
Last thing I rememeber was walking to my friends room and rushing to the bathroom and puking in the sink then freaking out cuz the throw up wouldn't go down the sink...lol After that I remember goin to my friends room and falling down onto a pile of dirty clothes and promptly passing the fuck out